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Topic: Shadow Behind The Wolf (Read 4044 times)

With the vampire shapechanger now before him, sexy and demure, naked and on his back waiting to be plundered, Eiael could feel himself growing erect. When the question came, he almost identified himself - but thought of a cuter response at first.

"Your first and best," he grinned, licking his lips as he eyed Flick's prone figure, imagining the things he would do to that body, stroking himself. "I am Eiael, Angel of the Occult, Dark Angel of the Universes, Prince of Music and --UNGH!"

Two pulses of dark energy flew over Flick and hit Eiael square in the head, causing him to stumble backwards. His hands forgot whatever they were doing and covered his face as he tripped and fell against the woodland floor, shrieking that he was blind.

Quin Balderdash the Fourth had been very close in the woods when Flick had fallen, and had come to investigate. When seeing the wolf, he debated whether or not to get close to it, and in the meantime had watched the dark angel land before it. He'd frozen then, intrigued by the scene before him, and agog when the wolf changed into a man. A shifter, then! The dark angel had looked menacing to Quin's eyes, with his dark halo and malicious appeal. As soon as he'd grabbed his cock, however, Quin thought he would not stand idly by while that poor guy got raped. Summoning his talents, he shot two orbs of dark energy at the Angel from his eyes, hoping to blind him in order to get away. When he managed to hit him square in the face, he whooped with glee and ran out to collect the shifter - surprised, when he got closer, to smell vampire as well as wolf. Vampire shifter, then.

"Quick!" he shouted, grabbing Flick's arm and trying to drag him to his feet, "before this tosser shakes off my spell!" He was frantic, he'd never gone up against a dark angel before, and he had the impression that the one he'd just blinded and was rolling around on the forest floor was quite a powerful one. Pissing off a powerful dark angel had not been on his to-do list today, but that was just the nature of living in this city - even when going for a walk in order to enjoy solitude one could come across all kinds of crazy.

"FOOKING MOVE!" Quin yelled at the vampire shifter, who was too slow for his liking. Quin had more magic available to him, and thought he'd have to use it, but there was a little den not too far away that the pair of them could crawl into while Big Red recovered.

The spells dazzle caught Flick as off guard as Eiael. He watched as the all powerful creature fell to the floor and cried out in weakness. It was funny that Flick suddenly felt stronger and more under control. Why had this imp attacked a fellow fae? It seemed odd to Flick. Was there something about Eiael that was bad? Did this imp know the answer? Flick was not so swayed as to blindly follow this imp without at least questioning him first.

"What is he," he asked pointing to Eiael. "Why did you attack him?" His tone was even but forceful. He was confused and a little frightened.

"He's a dark angel you fookin' ninny!" Quin shouted, and gave one last attempt to drag Flick with him otherwise he'd give him up as a lost cause. His spells were only temporary, and the greater the power of the being he attacked, the shorter their duration lasted. Quin had hit full blast at him though, putting a lot of energy and full weaving into his magic, but there was no telling how long Eiael would be out for. Already he'd stopped screaming and rolling around, and was trying to get his bearings. Still blind, but not in pain, then. Wouldn't be long now before he'd be able to see. "Hide with me!"

He stopped grabbing at Flick and started running, his hands gesturing before him and weaving another spell into a ball before himself. He was a dark imp, himself, but dark imps were only called such because of the kind of magic they had, not because of any impurities or evil natures. If anything, Quin was a helpful sort, though never to his own detriment. It was somewhat out of character for him to be brave in this case, but he'd believed he'd had a rapid in-and-out. He hadn't known he'd have to answer a fucking inquisition in the meantime.

The wolf could outrun him, of course, but the wolf also didn't know where the hidey-hole was that Quin was racing to.

Flick had a brief moment of remembering why the English hated the Irish. Flick in no way considered himself a "ninny." He actually wasn't quite sure what it was. Still, the term dark held wait, and for some reason Flick wanted to trust Quin more than Eiael. Although Flick found the dark angel sexy and wanted his kiss, there was a creeping fear that the man evoked in nature's child. It was this fear that old him to trust the imp. "Okay," he said. He transformed back into wolf form and followed the imp. He wanted more answers about dark angels, and why Eiael was not to be trusted, but those would have to wait until they were hidden. He would run as fast as Quin.

When Quin realised the vampire was with him, he used his own wings to speed up his running, though didn't use them to lift himself up in the air - because it was slower. His tail swished about behind him, because there was no need to keep it coiled and out of sight. When the abandoned den came into sight - Quin could recognise it by the lay of the land - he dove headfirst into it. Unfortunately he got a bit stuck as a result, and had to kick his legs about and fold his wings in tightly before he could squeeze through. Once the entrance was clear, Flick would be able to crawl in after him, and Quin had plenty of space to turn around and then throw his pulsing magical ball out through the hole. A shroud of darkness covered the area where they'd run, and for extra measure, he brushed a number of twigs and forest ground debris over the entrance of their hidey-hole, and beckoned for Flick to follow him further in.

He crawled through a small tunnel that went much deeper into the earth, Flick would feel it instinctively. Quin shifted around awkwardly and then began scooting forward feet first until he fell through and landed expertly onto the floor of a larger cavern below. The cavern was simply a very large room dug into the earth and the walls packed with mud bricks. There was even a lantern swinging from a hook in the wall, though it wasn't lit, and Quin moved about bumping into shoddily built chairs, cursing until he found a pack of matches and lit the lantern with it. Once he could properly see, he looked to Flick - to see whether or not the wolf had become a man again. There were two chairs in the middle of the room, but both looked untrustworthy, and a nest made up of several old blankets that somebody had probably slept in years ago. It certainly didn't look oft used.

"Been a long time since I used that entrance, let me tell you!" he said, and now that they were safe, Quin was all smiles and laughter.